To Be Loved Poem by Michelle Hyde

To be loved is to exist,
To exist is to be seen.

Many times I do not exist,
Many times I am not seen.

Yet you see me,
You know I exist.

Are you real?
Am I loved?

Yes you are real,
For I can caress your face and feel your kiss!

You speak softly to me and listen when I talk,
You are gentle and understanding.

Yes, I am loved,
For your silent glances speak sonnets of love.

Am I in love?
Yes, For I kiss you with a fiery passion far beyond all others.